Rosebud's Revenge

She looked her soon to be dead husband in the eyes as a wicked smile made its way onto her face.

He was bloody, bruised, breathing heavily, and was damn near unrecognizable. Just like she was the last time she had seen him.

"I'm going to fucking kill you Athena," Lance growled, pulling out a switchblade from deep within his trousers pocket, "...and I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it!"

"Oh Yeah," she said tauntingly before reaching behind her back, and pulling out the loaded pistol Jed always kept hidden underneath his pillow.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you Lance? You never bring a knife to a gun fight." Athena grinned sadistically as the look of complete and utter fear she had seen on her own face countless of times throughout the years of abuse- made its way onto his own.

"But don't worry baby," She spat venomously, "I'll make sure to kill you slowly...so that I can enjoy every fucking second of it." Athena whispered with an evil glint in her eyes as she pointed the barrel of the gun at him.